“Yuanzi, looked for you?”
Jiang Yuer was puzzled by her eldest nephew's words. Wasn't this a very common thing?
Chen Yuanjun pondered for a few seconds and said, "After you regained your memory, I realized that the Yuanzi I spent day and night with for more than three years was a mentally retarded person with limited communication skills. However, in one memory, Yuanzi showed normal intelligence."
“This contradicts my memory. I can't tell if there's something wrong with my memory, or if it really happened."
Jiang Yuer frowned immediately.
As a hypnotist, she knew very well that Chen Yuanjun's memory would not be damaged. Hypnosis is essentially just "forgetting." If you remember it, you remember it. There won't be any memory confusion.
In other words, Yuanzi, during the Demon Lord period, had looked for Chen Yuanjun!
“You didn't misremember. It was Yuanzi who secretly looked for you. Well, if you really saw him, you should be able to instantly realize the difference between the two Yuanzis and notice something was wrong.
But you didn't react at all.”
Jiang Yuer frowned and asked, "He must have hypnotized you after he found you. What did he want from you?"
Chen Yuanjun smiled wryly and said, "That's why I rushed back. I remembered this past event, but I forgot the specific details!"
Speaking of this, he asked, "I can't seem to contact Yuanzi. No one answers when I call."
"Your cousin is busy saving the world!" Jiang Yuer thought for a few seconds and said, "I'll use hypnosis to help you recall." She reached into her pocket and fumbled around, pulling out a coin. "Look at it. I'll flip it into the air. When it falls, you'll enter a completely relaxed state."
The higher the position, the greater the consumption of spiritual power, and the spiritual power is paid by the main body. She is just a clone used to accompany her family, so naturally she will not have a very high position.
The coin flipped into the air, rotated, and landed with a "ding."
Chen Yuanjun's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had entered a sleepwalking state. His body muscles slowly relaxed, his face was peaceful, and his emotions were calm.
Jiang Yuer's voice was ethereal and gentle, like a mother's lullaby. "What did Yuanzi want from you?"
Chen Yuanjun replied in a dreamlike voice: "I, I can't remember."
After a pause, he said again: "It seems to be something very important, very important!"
Jiang Yuer's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She asked several times, but received the same answer.
New Covenant County, Zhang Yuanqing's clone leaned forward abruptly, staring intently at the Cat King speaker.
The voice from the speaker was not deliberately hoarse; it was his normal voice.
The Demon Lord was also him, using his normal voice, and the person he was talking to was his cousin... He only had one cousin.
Sure enough, Chen Yuanjun's concise reply sounded in the audio. "What is it?"
Zhang Yuanqing immediately perked up his ears, but then a "buzzing" current sounded from the Cat King speaker, and his voice was covered by the current.
A few seconds later,
The voice returned to clarity: "Cousin, look at this watch. After I count to three, you will forget this conversation today, forget what I asked you to do."
The audio ended!
"It's a good thing I have you." Zhang Yuanqing patted the Cat King speaker to show his appreciation, and said, "Continue. There are many more audio recordings. To be safe, we have to listen to them all."
Huff, huff.
The Demon Eye Heavenly King's vision was blood red, as the blood from his cracked forehead flowed into his eyes.
The clothes on his body had been torn to shreds, and he was completely naked. Of course, no one cared about nudity in this situation.
His body was riddled with holes. His eight thick arms broke and grew back, grew back and broke again. Now only three remained, and the remaining seven could no longer regenerate.
His entire body was shattered with fractures. Chunks of flesh were turned up on his waist, abdomen, and back, and his internal organs were faintly visible.
The long period of high-intensity combat had almost drained his physical strength, and the Sun Lord's personally refined Sunrise Talisman suppressed all spiritual power, cutting off the possibility of seizing spiritual power and repairing himself.
“In addition to the physical trauma, the injuries to the soul are the real blow."
The heads on his left and right shoulders had been forcibly pulled off by the Fear Heavenly King not long ago, and the wounds were still bleeding profusely.
The three heads of the Ancient War God were not just decorations; they were real heads, used to observe all directions on the battlefield, so each head had a portion of the soul.
Cutting off a head was equivalent to cutting off a portion of the soul.
"Have you run out of your Sunrise Talismans?" the Demon Eye Heavenly King said with blood in his mouth. "I can't hold on much longer."
Fu Qingyang said coldly, "That was the last one."
After studying the sword techniques on the murals of the Shushan South Garden, Fu Qingyang's swordsmanship had reached an extremely high level. Combined with the Insight Skill, his close combat strength was naturally stronger than the Demon Eye Heavenly King, so Qian Gongzi's condition was slightly better, but only compared to the Demon Eye. In reality, Qian Gongzi's injuries were not light.
He had lost his left hand, and his sternum was shattered
Shattered bones, massive bleeding in the internal organs, and his left eye was blind.
And these injuries, although slowly repairing, were just a drop in the bucket.
Under the illumination of the Sunrise, if they died, they would truly die. A Demigod was still just a Demigod. Even if most of their skills and props were suppressed, even if the High-Position Scout was the strongest profession in the Spirit Realm in terms of swordsmanship and physical skills, even if Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye joined forces, they were still no match for the Fear Heavenly King.
However, the Fear Heavenly King's injuries were also not light. His majestic body was covered with sword marks and wounds from punches. His heart had just been pierced by Fu Qingyang with a smooth sword, and he only had five arms left out of eight.
But these injuries could be repaired in a short time as soon as the "Sunrise" ended.
"Just get rid of the Sunrise," the Demon Eye Heavenly King said. "I want to fight him to the death."
Fu Qingyang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. This was caused by muscle spasms. Even though he was seriously injured, his eyes were still sharp. He said:
"Who gave you, allowed me to actively cancel the Sunrise Illusion?"
The corner of the Demon Eye's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "Then pray that we can hold on until the Sunrise ends."
"The end of the Sunrise is our death!" Fu Qingyang said coldly. "When I was in the Saint Realm, I learned a move called 'Breaching the Dike Sword Technique.' It's a sword technique that an ancient swordsman developed based on the 'Desperate Gambit' skill. The advantage is that even a Transcendence Realm Scout can use it."
"And then?" the Demon Eye Heavenly King glanced at him. "Do you expect a Transcendence Realm technique to turn the tide for us?"
Fu Qingyang was like a aloof swordsman, and said calmly: "This sword technique does not involve spiritual power, it is pure skill, the core is to stimulate cells through meditation, mobilize all physical strength, and explode damage beyond its own level."
"The Fear Heavenly King has little spiritual and physical strength left, you hold him off for one minute, as long as one minute. We must seriously injure him before the Sunrise ends."
"Only in this way, there is a glimmer of hope."
"But my physical strength is already at the bottom." The Demon Eye Heavenly King shrugged.
Fu Qingyang was expressionless: "Then you go die first, I will come soon."
The Demon Eye Heavenly King stared at him deeply for a few seconds before raising the corner of his mouth:
"Okay!"
As soon as the words fell, he dragged his riddled body and rushed towards the Fear Heavenly King, like a lone warrior going to his death.
In the distance, the Fear Heavenly King, who was seizing the time to recover his physical strength, grinned and took the initiative to meet him.
“Bang!
The Demon Eye Heavenly King was knocked to the ground with one punch the moment they exchanged blows.
Fu Qingyang closed his eyes, his strong willpower suppressed all emotions, and he quickly entered meditation.
More than ten seconds later, even though there was no spiritual power fluctuation, his muscles bulged one by one, and the blood from his wounds quickly stopped.
Bang bang bang...
Punches fell like a rainstorm. The Demon Eye Heavenly King, who was lying on the ground, blocked with his elbows for a moment, then kicked the Fear Heavenly King in the chest and took the opportunity to slide away.
He quickly got up, one arm bent for defense, and his two arms clenched into fists, "whoosh, whoosh" two times, like a poisonous snake pouncing and biting.
The Fear Heavenly King tilted his head, easily dodged, and took a step forward, his fist hitting the Demon Eye's lower abdomen accurately.
With an "oof" sound, the Demon Eye Heavenly King's eyes bulged out instantly, filled with bloodshot, he bent over, and spat out acidic water.
The Fear Heavenly King pressed down on his head and pressed down hard, while simultaneously adding a knee.
Peng Peng Peng. Fierce knee strikes hit the Demon Eye's face one after another, breaking his nose.
Crushed a mouthful of steel teeth, and burst his eyeballs.
The Demon Eye Heavenly King tried his best with three arms, stubbornly raised his fists and fought back, but was clamped by the Fear Heavenly King's four arms.
The Fear Heavenly King stopped the knee strikes, his arms wrapped around the Demon Eye's neck from behind, and the remaining three arms clamped the Demon Eye Heavenly King's only three arms.
"What, you are reluctant to use the 'Blessing obtained in the Battle of the Central Plains'?" The Fear Heavenly King exerted strength with his arms little by little, and a "crack, crack" sound came from the Demon Eye's neck. This was the sound of the cervical vertebrae breaking. "When I break your head off, under the illumination of the Divine Power of the Sun, even if you want to use it, you won't be able to."
As he spoke, the Fear Heavenly King glanced at Fu Qingyang not far away, his expression changed slightly, and then he raised the corner of his mouth: "I understand, you want to seriously injure me first, and then use the blessing of the gods! Heh, do you think that at that time, your condition will be better, or my condition will be better?"
He continued to exert strength with his arms, and the "crack, crack" sound became louder and louder. The Demon Eye's neck was obviously stretched a bit.
In the midst of the severe pain, the Demon Eye Heavenly King took the initiative to grab the Fear Heavenly King's three arms and roared, "Are you ready yet?"
"Poof!"
The Demon Eye Heavenly King's head separated from his body, along with half of the lamb spine.
A fountain of blood five or six meters high spurted from the severed neck, and his hands were still tightly gripping the Fear Heavenly King.
Fu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, and his body turned into a sword light, instantly arriving behind the Fear Heavenly King, the twin swords in his hand turned into two knife wheels, and the sword light bloomed on the Fear Heavenly King's body.
The hand tendons were severed, the Achilles tendons were cut open, and the abdominal muscles, which symbolized core strength, were cut off.
In the Fear Heavenly King's slowly kneeling movement, Fu Qingyang paused his steps, rotated his waist, drove his arms, and slashed hard at the Fear Heavenly King's left shoulder.
Poof! Poof!
One knife cut through the skin and flesh, and the other cut through the cervical vertebrae!
The Fear Heavenly King's head on his left shoulder rolled down.
Chizz chizz. Under the illumination of the Divine Power of the Sun, a phantom blue smoke rose from that head, and the soul contained within it melted.
For this head, he was already dead.
"Chizz chizz..." Smoke also began to rise from the Demon Eye Heavenly King's head. The difference was that the Fear Heavenly King's head had a weaker soul, and the soul dissipated first, while the soul inside the Demon Eye's main head was still persisting.
The Fear Heavenly King roared, and his body lunged forward, ramming into Fu Qingyang's chest. With a loud "dong" sound, Fu Qingyang, who had his twin swords crossed in front of his chest, slid back more than ten meters.
He spurted blood from his seven orifices, his body was as straight as a pine, but his heartbeat stopped, and the light in his eyes also quickly dimmed.
He didn't tell the Demon Eye that this sword technique put a great burden on the body. Performing it when in poor condition would cause sudden death from exhaustion.
Therefore, it was often used by ancient swordsmen as a means of mutual destruction. He was already exhausted, so he died suddenly as expected.
At this moment, the sun wheel behind Fu Qingyang's head slowly extinguished.